Chapter 82 Shower
- Harley’s P.O.V.
- I woke up to the slow rise and fall of Carlos’s chest beneath my cheek, his warmth cocooning me in a way no blanket ever could. My fingers unconsciously traced the lines of his muscles, the steady beat of his heart grounding me.
- He stirred, his arm tightening around me as his lips brushed against my forehead. “Good morning.” He murmured, his voice deep and gravelly with sleep.